caribbean-adventure-3

Subject: Caribbean Adventure Chapter 3 This is my first contribution to Nifty. I have two passions: sailing and boys, so it seemed only natural to bring the two together for you. Hopefully you’ll enjoy either sailing or boys, or maybe both! This is the first of 10 chapters written so far. Chapter 1 is a bit of a scene setter, but bear with me…..there’s plenty of fun as it progresses. I have to confess that i enjoyed writing this, with a lot of of written as i flew to the Southern Hemisphere. I damn recommend it as a great way of whiling away the hours! If there are sailors out there, I’d love to hear from you. And if anyone else wants to give me feedback or have a chat, my email ota. Needless to say that the there’s fact and fiction in here, and that any sections implying activities that involve contact with minors are of course entirely fictional. So I invite you to step onboard my fantasy world and sail off over the horizon with me. I discovered Nifty a year ago. It’s an awesome resource for reasons that we all understand and it costs money to keep it going, so please be sure to donate to .Org in order to ensure that it keeps allowing freedom of thought and expression. Live aboard boys A season sailing in the Caribbean CHAPTER 3 “Last one in the water’s a sissy” shouted Jonno. He stripped off his shorts, ran to the bowsprit and executed a neat swallow dive into the crystal clear water. I’d clearly lost that one! I stripped naked and water bombed him, landing with a huge splash, right beside him. For the next hour we played like water babies, finally ending up lying side by side on the white coral sand beach, exhausted. He reached out and squeezed my hand. I squeezed his back. “Thank your for this. I’ve had the nicest day i can remember. I feel safe and happy with you.” And with that, he rolled onto my tummy and with his face just inches from mine said “Can i stay with you please. Will you be my daddy?” Unthinkingly, my hands cupped his bum cheeks, “Well, that’s a lovely idea Mr Cabin Boy, but don’t you think that we ought to try and reunite you with your parents?” A moment later i was subjected to a deluge of snot and tears. In between sobs i made out., “I can’t go back, ever….” I gently stroked his back, letting the tears and sobs subside. After a while i said “Ever ever? Do you want to tell me what happened ?” Piecing things together during our hour long discussion, in between occasional bouts of sobs and tears, it appears that Jonno and his step brother Jack had been left alone one lunchtime as his parents went for lunchtime drinks on another boat. Having the boat to themselves, they do what boys do and had apparently done several times before. What they didn’t know was that their younger sister had got bored at the lunch and had had made her own way back to the boat, walking into the boy’s cabin as Jack was on all fours and Jonno was trying his best to give Jack his first fuck. The girl screamed and run out, straight back to her parents. Understandably, all hell broke loose. Facts got distorted, and as the step mother was protective of Jack as her flesh and blood, Jonno was in a difficult position. There step mother announced that Jonno was “…..a molester, a monster, corrupting my child” and insisted that he was put ashore, never to step onboard again. Jonno` s father singularly failed to stand up for Jonno, for reasons that i had my suspicions, but no proof. And so Jonno had been left in Gustavia to fend for himself at the tender age of 10 years, 11 months and 2 weeks, give or take. Time had passed and the sun was lower in the sky. Jonno was still held tightly to my chest. “Let’s make a plan Mr Cabin Boy. I’d love to have you around permanently, başakşehir escort but if we’re going to do this, we need to do it properly; we’re going to need their consent to my becoming your legal guardian, otherwise you can’t believe the amount of trouble that we’ll have. Do you understand?” With that, he said “Really, are you sure?”, smiled the biggest smile imaginable and planted a kiss full on my lips. I kissed him back. “Really” i said. “Race you back to the boat……”. I didn’t need to say any more. Within seconds his lithe body was sprinting to the water’s edge and disappearing in a plume of spray as he cartwheeled into the water. I was slower off the mark, but a faster swimmer. We arrived at the swim ladder on the side of the boat within moments of each other, out of breath from our exertions. “Up you go” waving him up the ladder first. I was treated by the sight of his gorgeous bum as he ascended the ladder, with a momentary glimpse of his crack and ball sack as he hauled himself out. I was up and alongside him moments later. “Stand there whilst i shower off the salt water”. I grabbed the shower, turned the water to warm (it gets heated by the engine whilst it’s on) and grabbed the soap. Sailor’s need to save water when they shower as we can’t carry enough for a long luxurious shower. I rinsed him with fresh water from head to toe. “Shall i soap you or would you rather do it yourself?” There was no reply. He just moved closer to me and gave me a cheeky grin. Starting with his back, one hand rubbed gentle circular motions as the other supported him against the gentle rocking of the boat, with my hand flat against his smooth chest. As I moved lower down his back, my other hand moved to his tummy. I noted that he had lovely firm abs. I washed both arms, taking special care to wash under his still smooth armpits. I beckoned him to turn around. It was no surprise to find his cock sticking out like a flag pole. Ignoring that, I soaped his chest, rubbing circular motions around his little nipples and his cute innie belly button, set in a perfectly flat tummy. Not wanting to get any closer to `it”, i flipped him around and started with his feet and work up each leg. As my hand reached the apex of its travels, he quietly moved one leg aside, causing the tips of my soapy fingers to graze his boy balls, which were still clenched up tight in his ball sack after our swim. I worked along the other leg, this time ending at the twin globes of his pert boy bum. I massaged them both, running my hand along the crack. As my finger grazed his little rosebud, he stood on tiptoes and gave an imperceptible shudder. “Interesting” I thought to myself. “Turn around”. His boy cock was reaching for the sky and throbbing frantically. The fold of foreskin that I’d noted when he was pissing earlier in the day was still there, covering the head of his cock and some more. “Would you like to wash your willy for yourself?” I ventured, not wanting to step any further over whatever boundary might have been there than i had already. He put his hand out, waiting for me to pass him the soap. He worked up a lather in his hands, and then soaped his cock and balls, curling his hand around and up and down the shaft. It was maybe 4 inches long and maybe a bit thicker than my thumb. He pulled back on his foreskin, drawing the long nozzle (a sure sign of a nice big cock as it reaches maturity) back over the head, revealing a perfectly shaped glistening pink cock head. He’d clearly done this before. He carried on curling his hand around and up and down the shaft and head. And then surprising me, as I’d expected that he’d do what all boys do and carry on until he reached the point halkalı escort of no return, he said, “OK daddy, rinse me please”. I did as i was told, paying careful attention to getting rid of all the soap and taking a mountain to enjoy watching him squirm as i played the jet on his sensitive glans. When I’d done, i had a squeaky clean golden brown god in front of me. If that had surprised me, what happened next left me speechless. “Now it’s my turn to wash you”. And with that he set about giving me the most wonderful wash, his fingers gently probing my nooks and crannies. I tried to hide my throbbing cock from him, but it was hard to hide. Approaching the end of my wash, he soaped his hand again and without asking, as i had done, proceeded to wash my cock. When i say `wash’, let’s say that it was very thorough! “Why don’t you have any hair like other men?” He asked? Because i like my cock to be smooth and hairless, just like yours. “I’m glad” he said. “When i start to grow hairs down there, will you help men to get rid of them too?” “Of course” I said. “I prefer it that way.” With that, he seemed satisfied and reached for the shower to rinse me off. I grabbed a towel from the basket for each of us. He wrapped himself in his and stood their watching as i towelled myself dry. “Me too” “What did my Cabin Boy’s last slave die of” I retorted? I gently towelled his hair as dry as i could and then worked down, head to toe. As i worked down past his bottom, then cheeky boy spun himself around by 180 degrees, timing it perfectly, allowing his cock to graze my lips before I had a moment to react and pull back. I slapped him on the bum.”Not now boy” i said. Damn, that isn’t what I’d meant to say but it was out of the bag. “So does that mean that’s we can play later daddy?” he retorted. I ignored him. “Hang the towels up to dry please Jonno”. It had been a long day, for me at least, and sunset would be in an hour or so. We had tea and chatted about plans for tomorrow. My suggestion was that we should try to make contact with his parents over the radio and that if we were successful, I’d arrange to meet them, without Jonno, in an attempt to broker a reconciliation or failing that, to get their agreement to giving me legal guardianship of Jonno. He didn’t much like the first but he was mad keen on the second, so we agreed that was the plan. We also agreed that we’d stay in the same anchorage tomorrow and that we’d launch the dinghy to let him go exploring within the lagoon whilst i got on with the endless list of jobs that mount up. I fixed us some supper and then tuned the radio into the cruiser net. “Yacht Nomad, Yacht Nomad, this is yacht Belle Aventure over”. I waited. No reply. A minute later, i tried again. “Yacht Nomad, Yacht Nomad, this is yacht Belle Aventure over”. Nothing heard. Jonno looked at me anxiously. Then “Nomad, this is yacht Bystander over”. Bystander, this is Belle Aventure, go ahead over” “Belle Aventure, we saw Nomad out sailing as we came into Marigot Bay anchorage. They were heading this way. You might want to give them an hour and try again, over.” “Bystander, this is Belle Aventure, all copied. Will do. Many thanks. Out.” I gave Jonno a smile: “That’s good news. Marigot Bay is only 12 miles from here. We’ll call again in an hour and see if we can raise them. Meanwhile young man, how about i whoop your little butt in a game of Uno whilst we eat some ice cream?” He scampered over to be, sat in my lap and planted a big wet kiss on my lips. “What did i do to deserve that?” “Just for being awesome. I wish you were my real dad”. I smiled. And then the cheeky boy reached under him and gave my cock a squeeze. Situation normal! The hour şirinevler escort passed and i was back on the radio. “Yacht Nomad, Yacht Nomad, this is yacht Bonne Aventure over”. Almost immediately, they responded: “Belle Aventure, this is Nomad, we heard that you’d been trying to reach us. How can we help, over?” “Nomad, can we go to channel 60 over?” This was a channel that was usually quiet, although by the nature of 2 way radio, no conversation was ever private. “Belle Aventure, this is Nomad. 60, roger.” I retuned the dial. “Nomad, Belle Aventure over.” “This is Nomad, go ahead.” Here goes. “Nomad, I have a young man onboard. He has explained a bit about what happened. I wonder if we could meet to see if there’s some way of helping both you and the boy?”. There was a pause. “This is Nomad, oh, you have Jonno. That little sh*t. Well, if you want to talk, we can do that but we don’t want to see the little monster again. Ever”. I pulled Jonno close to me and felt the sobbing. Today was Monday. “Nomad, understood. How long will you stay at Marigot Bay?” “This is Nomad, until Friday.” “This is Belle Aventure, right, how about we meet at 2pm on Wednesday, that gives me time to get over to you in the morning.” “Belle Aventure, this is Nomad. Roger that. 2pm Wednesday. See you then.” I looked down at Jonno. It was hard to figure what was going through his head. Relief that the plan we’d made together was moving ahead? Unspeakable sorrow at the attitude of his parents? Poor boy. I pulled him tight. It was 9pm by now. “How about bed son, you look tired.” “I’m zonked” he replied. “Brush your teeth and hop into bed then. I’ll be with you in a minute to say goodnight. Make sure you put some fresh underwear on” “Do I have to? I usually sleep in my birthday suit” he said, with a grin. “How did i guess, nature boy. What whatever you’re comfortable with. I do anyway.” Splashing noises from the bathroom suggested that he was doing the necessary. A thump let me know that he’d landed on his bunk. “Ready daddy” “Coming Jonno”. He was lying on his back, hands behind his head, a single sheet drawn up to his waist. “Thank goodness” i thought. “Half decent”. “Will you read to me?” “Absolutely. What would you like me to read to you?” He reached into his rucksack and pulled out a thickish book: “Gulliver’s travels it is then. Scoot up. Make some space for me.” I laid on the bed beside him, by back propped against the cabin wall, pulling him him close to me. Holding the book with one hand i absent mindedly stroked the silky smooth cheeks of his face with the other, taking in the aroma of this gorgeous little creature. I don’t recall much about the book. I doubt that he did either; within 10 minutes he was fast asleep. I gently disengaged myself, pulled the sheet up over his chest and kissed him on the forehead. “Good night beautiful boy”. I went on deck to check the anchor and make sure that the anchor light was burning brightly. Looking up, I noticed that the stars had been obscured by dark scudding clouds. “Hmm” i thought, “Maybe a storm tonight”. I let out an extra 10 metres of anchor chain, just to be sure, and turned in. I was right about the storm. At about 1am i was woken by flashed of lightning and deep rumbles of thunder. Quite a pause between the 2, so the storm was still a way off, bit the gaps were getting shorter and the rumbles we’re getting louder. Ten minutes later there was an almighty “crump” as lighting and then crack of thunder happened almost simultaneously. A minute later, my cabin door squeaked open and Jonno appeared, still in his birthday suit. “Daddy, i hate thunder and lightning. I’m scared. Can i come in with you?” Forgetting for a moment that i was also naked, i lifted the sheet and nodded for him to come in. I usually lie on my back, so I stayed that way and Jonno rested his head on my chest. I wrapped one arm around him and with the other gently caressed his back. I’d swear he’d started purring. He was out cold.